The Immortal Lord and the Demon Venerable Are Both My Vests - Chapter 18

Jiao Yuyu subconsciously shrank his head back.

For a man eight feet tall with a sturdy, rugged build to make such a gesture was truly rather comical. Wu Mantuo immediately shot him a look of disdain.

Wu Mantuo cracked her whip with sharp ‘pa pa‘ sounds and raised her chin. “Hey, surnamed Yin, I held Yuyu off for you for so long—how should you thank me?”

Without waiting for Yin Lang to answer, she continued on her own. “Fight me again to our hearts’ content? Last time you made an excuse about having urgent matters and ran off—this old lady still hasn’t had enough fun!”

Jiao Yuyu immediately bristled. “Who are you calling Yuyu!”

Yin Lang stared at her fixedly. Wu Mantuo smiled provocatively.

“Fine.”

An extremely light voice drifted through the air, arriving at their ears along with the sharp whistle of a spear piercing through the air.

“Since you want to fight, this Venerable will fight with you until you’ve had enough.”

Before the words finished, Yin Lang’s figure had already vanished from Wu Mantuo’s sight, leaving only the cold gleam of a spear tip viciously stabbing toward her eyes.

A Tribulation stage cultivator’s reflexes were already extremely fast, but Yin Lang’s spear was even faster.

Though her whip danced into a wall of wind, Wu Mantuo could still feel stabbing pain transmitted from her limbs. The brief opening wasn’t enough for the spear to penetrate her body, but piercing her skin was effortless.

Dense beads of blood seeped through her body. Wu Mantuo didn’t feel embarrassed—the fine, stinging pain only made her fighting spirit burn stronger!

This was it! Unleash your most powerful attack, let me see just how far the Venerable Yin, known as the strongest below the Three Venerables, can push me!

Her pupils unknowingly turned blood red, emitting an eerie crimson glow. Her attack patterns also became increasingly erratic and unpredictable.

“Holy shit! Yin Lang, have you lost your mind?!”

Jiao Yuyu suddenly felt a chill beneath his feet. His giant axe instinctively swung back, splitting the icy black flames coming from below into several hundred small flame sparks.

He retreated a step, warily watching the rapidly converging flame sparks, so angry he jumped. “This Venerable didn’t want to take advantage of you so I didn’t launch a sneak attack, but you—fuck!”

The spear shaft sweeping past carried icy black flames. Jiao Yuyu cursed loudly and dodged swiftly.

—It wasn’t that they had no way to deal with the black flames, but resisting this thing consumed too much demonic qi. No one wanted to take it head-on with their body unless they had no choice.

“Why dodge? Weren’t you here to cause trouble for this Venerable? Why won’t you take my attacks!”

That red-clothed figure had somehow flashed over, almost brushing past his face. The instant their eyes met, the vicious madness within made Jiao Yuyu shudder violently—he didn’t even hear clearly what was said near his ear.

He only felt silver light crisscrossing before his eyes, and wherever the black lines touched, even the air was scorched and distorted.

Unable to distinguish between person and weapon, he could only fight on instinct.

Someone laughed near his ear. “What’s wrong, Yuyu? Haven’t seen you in a few years—not only haven’t your skills improved, they’ve declined? If this is all you’re capable of, you’d better get out of the Northern Demon Territory early and give up your territory!”

“I’ve said a hundred times not to call me Yuyu!”

Jiao Yuyu flew into a rage. His giant axe whirled into wind, opening and closing in great sweeps. He no longer dodged even the black flames, swinging his axe straight at them. “Ahhhhhhhhh this Venerable is so angry—”

First strike: “For tricking this Venerable!”

Second strike: “For getting this Venerable’s subordinates killed!”

Third strike: “This Venerable will kill you, you damn traitor, ahhhh—”

Three Tribulation stage cultivators battled in chaos—giant trees toppled, mountain ranges split.

The instant a towering cliff cracked and collapsed, torrents of floodwater gushed out, directly drenching the two who couldn’t dodge in time, chilling them to the bone.

Wu Mantuo: ……

Jiao Yuyu: ……

He opened his mouth and spat out a lively flopping fish.

Cultivators’ garments were already thin. Once soaked through, they clung to the body—Wu Mantuo’s fiery curves were completely exposed.

The cold water soaked her clothes and also extinguished her burning battle enthusiasm.

“Tch, no consideration for beauties at all.” Wu Mantuo snorted coldly. Not caring that two grown men were watching, she circulated her demonic qi and steamed her clothes dry.

Jiao Yuyu blurted out bluntly, “Why should I accommodate you? You’re not even as good-looking as Yin Lang.”

Wu Mantuo: “……”

Don’t hold her back—she was going to kill this stinking man!

Jiao Yuyu couldn’t be bothered with her. Gripping his axe handle, he warily watched the black flames floating around Yin Lang. “Let’s not fight anymore?”

Yin Lang had dodged the fastest—aside from damage caused by combat, his red robes had no other injuries. He caught his breath, snapped his fingers, and the black flames suddenly shattered into tiny flame sparks that scattered. This startled Jiao Yuyu into flashing backward several hundred meters, drawing loud mockery from Wu Mantuo.

Jiao Yuyu returned sheepishly, his square face flushed red as he muttered: “Can’t blame this Venerable… when that thing scatters, anyone’s first reaction is to turn and run…”

Yin Lang glanced at Wu Mantuo.

The female Demon Venerable glared back. “What? This lady preserved such a large estate for you—can’t even tolerate hearing you two conspire a bit?”

“Listening is no problem.” The red-clothed man drawled, glancing at her with a half-smile. “As long as you think that after hearing, you can still leave alive from this Venerable’s spear.”

Wu Mantuo indeed hesitated somewhat.

This madman Yin Lang was unpredictable—fighting one against two wasn’t his first time. She really couldn’t tell if he was bluffing or telling the truth right now. Under normal circumstances, none of the lower seven Demon Venerables could kill another single-handedly, but…

“I’ll come find you again in three days!” Wu Mantuo tossed out this line and left in a streak of light.

Jiao Yuyu was baffled. “The fight’s already over—what’s she still coming to find you for?”

Yin Lang couldn’t be bothered explaining much to this simple-minded oaf. He asked concisely, “Who incited you to come cause trouble for this Venerable?”

Jiao Yuyu: “Huh?”

He froze for a moment, then his eyes darted around before he quickly assumed an angry expression. “You still have the nerve to bring that up with this Venerable!”

Jiao Yuyu charged forward aggressively and raised his axe, planning to bolster his side’s momentum. Yin Lang swept him with an indifferent glance. He reflexively shrank his neck, and by the time he came to his senses, he had already obediently put his axe away.

Jiao Yuyu felt uncomfortable all over under Yin Lang’s stare. Avoiding his eyes, he stammered, his originally accusatory words losing all their force.

“That… you stole this Venerable’s things, and threw them to Taihua Immortal Sect to harm this Venerable’s subordinates…” He looked left and right, wracking his brain to remember. “If you hadn’t done that, how could this Venerable’s subordinates have been foolish enough to go assassinate… assassinate… oh right, assassinate Sword Master Tianji?!”

“Who told you this Venerable threw things to Taihua Immortal Sect?”

“It was the… it was me—it was this Venerable who investigated it myself!” Jiao Yuyu’s eyes looked everywhere except at Yin Lang as he insisted. “It was this Venerable who investigated it myself.”

“Heh.” Yin Lang laughed coldly. “But what this Venerable threw to Taihua Immortal Sect was the Fourth Venerable’s things.”

“What!” Jiao Yuyu’s eyes widened like copper bells. “That bastard Chao Liang actually dared to deceive me?!”

Then he froze.

“Oh.” Yin Lang smiled as he approached, enunciating each word. “So it was Chao Liang who incited you to come.”

“…You tricked me again!” Jiao Yuyu was about to go mad with anger. He shouted: “Proof! This Venerable wants proof! Without proof, don’t even think about fooling me again!”

“Right, that’s it—do you have proof that you didn’t throw this Venerable’s things to Taihua Immortal Sect to deliberately frame this Venerable!”

“I do.” Yin Lang lied as naturally as telling the truth. He reached up to his head and pulled down the deep purple hair ribbon binding his hair. Under Jiao Yuyu’s gaze, it transformed into a gleaming… big gold brick.

On it was even a crudely drawn smiling square face that bore an extremely high resemblance to Jiao Yuyu.

Jiao Yuyu cautiously leaned over, keeping an eye on Yin Lang while reaching out to poke it.

Familiar spiritual qi flowed backward from the point of contact. Jiao Yuyu immediately believed it. However…

He said discontentedly, “Why did you turn it into a strip of cloth? It looks so much better all golden and shiny.”

Yin Lang transformed the gold block back into a hair ribbon and bound up his long hair: “Yuyu, have some self-awareness about your own aesthetic. Aside from you, no one wants to wear a gold brick on their head.”

Jiao Yuyu wanted to be angry, but after thinking it over for a while, he felt his good brother had given him so much face—there really was no reason to continue being angry.

But he was still angry.

So—

“Don’t call me Yuyu!”

After shouting that out, Jiao Yuyu’s anger subsided. He was satisfied.

He asked. “Hey, your aura seemed a bit strange just now?” Worried Yin Lang wouldn’t understand, he even gestured, “Right when you took that strip of cloth down.”

He still couldn’t bring himself to point at the tattered cloth and call it his beloved big gold brick.

“Strange how? I didn’t notice anything.” Yin Lang’s expression looked extremely natural.

Jiao Yuyu’s brows knitted together: “It was really strange—felt like it had a bit of that disgusting spiritual cultivation smell. Take it down and let me look again.”

Yin Lang deftly avoided Jiao Yuyu’s reaching paw and said calmly, “What, you’ll tie my hair back up if I let it down? I know my own body—are you saying you’d know better than me if there’s a problem?”

Under the filter of ‘good brothers,’ Jiao Yuyu was easily persuaded.

The two headed together toward the Eighteenth Hell.

After acting awkward for a while, Jiao Yuyu sidled up again and asked, “That…”

Yin Lang gave him a look. Jiao Yuyu said quietly, “Did you screw over Chao Liang?”

“I’m not really stupid.”

Jiao Yuyu scratched his head. “Chao Liang has no reason to cause you trouble out of nowhere—you must have offended him.”

“That’s right.” Yin Lang answered casually, “Didn’t I tell you I threw what I snatched from him to Taihua Immortal Sect? Didn’t he tell you about the demonic qi outbreak there some time ago?”

“So that was you?” Jiao Yuyu suddenly understood. “That bastard! I knew his excuse was crafted too logically! Even fooled this Venerable!”

“Then how exactly did my subordinates die?” Jiao Yuyu was utterly perplexed.

Yin Lang said calmly, “How would I know? I wasn’t at Taihua Immortal Sect when it happened.”

The two entered the territory of the Eighteenth Hell. Immediately, one of Yin Lang’s subordinates from the First Hell flew up.

That person swept a startled glance at Jiao Yuyu, then quickly adjusted his expression and knelt. “This subordinate greets the Venerable!”

Then, under Yin Lang’s cold questioning, he poured out like beans from a bamboo tube, reporting the losses and casualties in the First Hell.

Mm, he had been in ‘closed-door cultivation’ for several years, but his subordinates’ work efficiency hadn’t declined.

Yin Lang casually praised him a few times and gave some rewards before letting him return to continue the subsequent reorganization.

Then he turned expressionlessly toward Jiao Yuyu, who was so guilty he was practically shrinking into a ball. “You’d better give this Venerable a reasonable explanation.”

This whole mess caused by Jiao Yuyu had cost him at least several hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones by rough estimate.

Jiao Yuyu looked like he wished he could curl himself into the ground. “Compensate—this Venerable will compensate your losses, isn’t that enough…”

He quickly counted on his fingers, held up four, and said decisively, “I’ll give you four hundred thousand!”

Yin Lang stared at him. After a long moment, he suddenly smiled. “You don’t need to be in such a hurry.”

He lifted his leg and continued forward, saying leisurely, “After all, you attacked from the inside out, so the losses inside should be lighter. I’ve only looked at the First Hell and already made you compensate four hundred thousand—wouldn’t that be too excessive?”

Jiao Yuyu immediately panicked.

“Oh come on, what’s our relationship? Four hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones isn’t such a big number—more is fine too, I won’t make you give me change!”

He quickly caught up with Yin Lang’s pace, making grand promises. “Yin Lang, if you still consider me your brother, don’t be polite with me. I’m not one of those paupers—four hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones is nothing, here take it take it!”

Yin Lang stopped and turned around.

“Really just nothing?”

Jiao Yuyu wore an upright expression. “Absolutely. Compared to our brotherhood, what are four hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones!”

“Good.”

Yin Lang reached out and patted Jiao Yuyu’s shoulder, continuing to smile. “Yuyu, remember those words.”